Wednesday, May 28, 2014

At the end of each day, I choose one student to receive a red licorice. The name is kept secret and only revealed if the child packs up silently and gets in line without a peep. Since it could be anyone, they all line up quietly in the hopes they are the one.

After handing out the licorice today, a kid said:

"Why is it called licorice? You don't lick them. They should be cheworice. Ice cream cones should be called licorice."

6 comments:

I am new to reading your blog and I want to thank you for sharing your stories! I was laughing so hard that my son came in the room to see what I was looking at (he loved your stories and videos too). I am just finishing my B.S. in education and I will student teach this fall. I can't wait to have my own stories!

Your blog is brilliant! I have been giggling away for quite a while reading what you have to say.I am a first year teacher and start my new job in a week (Hooray!).I myself am very honest...much to others dismay ;), so it was refreshing to read how you wrote.

I have just started up a blog of my own, would love for you to read it!

www.ateachersnotion.com

I have only just started so would love your comments and some advice on starting up a blog etc.

Thank you for the kind words and personal invitation to read your blog. I look forward to it. Best of luck as you dive in to your first year. Teaching really is the greatest job in the world. Savor it, even when it's difficult. :-)

Seriously,

This is not a serious blog. Any people, places or things I am writing about are either a figment of my imagination or used fictitiously. If any coincidentally seem like real people, places or things you know of, then that just proves what an insightfully creative writer I really am!

Or, that I lack insight altogether. One or the other...

Either way, it is just as I said: a coincidence.

Furthermore, if I happen to mention any web sites or products that I love, but then you try them and think they stink, I am not responsible for their stinkiness. Despite the fact that you may have found them stinky, I hope you'll still keep reading. I'd be lonely without you.